Apple Store. Marshall's still working on the Nerdy sketch. Syd walks in and asks him to pull up everything he has on alkylating agents and cross-reference them with radiation sickness. Marshall's all, uh, okay, weird request, but, you know, I'll do it. Syd tells him something's going on with her dad and Marshall, the worst bluffer in the WORLD, immediately starts looking guiltier than hell. Syd totally picks up on it and is all, dude? YOU KNOW SOMETHING. Finally, Marshall tells her what he knows. Mainly that, during that time when Syd was trapped with the Slinky from hell, her dad got her out and got a full-on blast of radiation. Syd wants whatever information Marshall has on her dad's treatment and she wants it now. Marshall says there is no treatment. And he's done some thorough research. Syd's heard enough. She walks into Sloane's Office of West Elm Furniture and says, "We have to find my father." Sloane just looks at her like, yeah? And?
And now is the time on Alias when we look at our watches and wonder, damn! That was a full fifteen minutes without a break! Woo!
In other news, the Revenge of the Sith money-making machine hath already begun. May the chuh-ching be with you.
Conference Room of Endless Expositions. Sloane and Syd fill in the troops on Jack's condition and how he's disappeared. Not a single medical facility in the vicinity has any record of treating him, either. Syd says that whatever her father has, it's untreatable, and there's a great chance that he's not in full control of his faculties. Vaughn pipes up that this means someone could be preying on him, trying to tell him there's a cure, even when there isn't. Which means that Dr. St. Hubbins could be a very bad guy, which is exactly what I thought right at this moment. Which is to say, I was completely clueless at this point as to what's about to happen. Sloane reiterates that Jack may not be in control of himself and that, if someone were to attempt to harm him, he may not be able to defend himself either.